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And does she know those lips that kiss her, Once kissed me aswell?
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VERSE ONE
Look at me, hiding in the shadows,
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A poem I wrote a few years ago about being individual...I was only 12 at the time, so be nice!
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Please read...I stayed up all night writing this one.
I'll be only to happy to return the favour.
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Sepia ground yearns for the god-sent gift,
The liquid salvation that cascades downwards,
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“Let me tell you a story,”
Said a mother to her son,
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What's it like to live under a borrowed name?
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this should be blank! lol
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I glance down.
My stomach, flat and tanned,
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Your picture is burned in my memory,
And you are engraved in my heart.
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A poem I wrote about the most annoying thing in the world - a chav/prep. I just thought some people would find it funny.
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Whenever I try to call you,
I don't know what to say,
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This is a story!!! I don't really like the new storywrite, so I am posting it here aswell. Hope you don't mind. *smile*
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I stole your kisses,
They weren't mine to take,
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A poem to anyone who has ever been stabbed in the heart by love.
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And I'll claim sanctuary in your arms,
And find comfort in your kind words,
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I told you to wait,
Until you were older,
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In my mind,
Is a padded cell,
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I could say I never loved you,
I could say I'm glad you're gone,
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You make me feel beautiful,
You make me who I am.
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Scratching my eyes out
Just to kill the pain,
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I wonder what is was like,
Being Celia.
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The sun,
Overtaken by the darkness of night,
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Rain falls like a misted curtain,
Onto the forest,
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Everything I stood for,
You ripped into a million lies,
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What is inspiration?
A passing thought,
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The love in the room,
Turns the air to electricity,
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In a world far, far away,
Across the oceans,
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An air freshener that once smelt sweet,
A knife without a handle,
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I weep not for myself,
But for the planet,
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blah, blah, blah................
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I lie, passive on my side,
A torn fragment of a long forgotten life,
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